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She was waiting for me, stationed in a room that countless clients had passed through, standing there as vulnerable as the day she entered this world.
But what she clearly didn’t see coming was my firm grip, dragging her to the closest lake, clamping handcuffs around her wrists, and sending her plummeting into the water to meet her long-overdue end.
Talk about a grand performance.
“Fancy. Where’s she now?”
My lips curled into an evil smile.
Silence stretched on the other end of the line before Alexsei finally sputtered, “What did you do?”
“Drowned her.”
Alexsei let out an incredulous laugh. “Volk, you never cease to amaze me.”
“Save your amusement. And keep an eye on Sofiya. I want updates.”
I settled into my chair behind the desk and glanced over a collage of pictures.
Among them were snapshots of her younger self and a recent photo taken the night before she left.
In that picture, she lay stretched out on her stomach, hugging a pillow with a sheet cascading over her backside.
Her hair framed her form and the bed, with a serene smile on her lips.
Knowing I needed to let her go, I took that photo as a keepsake—a memory of the angel who once shared my bed, if only briefly.
I was grateful that Vlad had hidden all of Sofiya’s childhood pictures in Tanya’s house. In a strange twist of fate, it allowed me to glimpse memories of her life without being there to witness them in real time.
I paid little heed to Alexsei’s impatience with updates about Sofiya.
Without them, I’d be left at her doorstep, like a beggar seeking forgiveness.
“If you don’t step up and claim your girl, I’m pretty damn certain she’ll stumble upon someone who’s actually willing to fight for her,” Alexsei said. “And let me tell you, I’ve got a fucking good idea who that guy could be.”
Jealousy burned in my throat. “Shut the fuck up, Alexsei.”
He chuckled. “Hurry up, Mikhaïl. Claim her or -”
I flung my phone across the room in a burst of anger, my eyes seething with hostility as I witnessed it collide with the wall, abruptly silencing his words and scattering them into the air.
Fuck, now I needed a new phone.
?
I fucked up.
For the first time, I failed to keep a promise I made to myself.
I swore I’d let her go, give her space to live without me.
I even planned to erase our fucking memories so she could find peace away from my world.
But now? I couldn’t give a shit.
I don’t care about looking weak anymore.
All I fucking crave is to be with the woman my mind won’t fucking forget, the one my body longs for, whose absence feels like my heart has fucking stopped.
